TWENTY-FOUR
“If we don’t head inside rightnow, I’m fucking all of you right here against the truck,” Wilder grits out. “I’m fucking wired and have nowhere to expel the energy.” His dark eyes glitter as they coast over me, then Beckham, then Royal.
Blood rushes under my skin, and I know if we were in daylight, all three of my guys would see the furious blush coloring my cheeks. Because, holy fuck, yes please.
This entire day has been one nonstop whirlwind of sheer insanity, but ending it like this, with these three men, is just what the doctor ordered—or maybe it’s Nurse Wilder who’s ordering it—but either way, I wouldn’t turn them down. I swallow. “As much as I think that might be fun, the neighbors might notice.”
“Let ’em fuckin’ notice whatever they want.” Royal shrugs.
Ugh. He really does need to talk to Katrina and Rich. Maybe I’ll encourage that if we don’t get the go-ahead to return to SIN. “Nope. Don’t go there tonight. We’re ending this one on a good note.” I take his hand and jerk my head toward the house. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m not sleeping anytime soon. My mind is not ready to settle down yet.” Especially not with the insinuations Derek Pierce made regarding my dad. I hate thinking about bringing this up with Kara and Davis, but I need to eventually get their take on it. Gritting my teeth, I push those disturbing thoughts aside for now, refocusing on the guys. “I wish I didn’t have a nine o’clock class, but it is what it is.”
Beckham chuckles. “This is the sort of shit people do in college, Echo. Welcome to Kingston University. Seems like no one gave you the briefing on doing stupid shit and then dragging your ass to class in the morning.” He scrapes his teeth over his lower lip. “Let’s camp out in front of the TV and watch a movie or something. I doubt I’m falling asleep anytime soon either.”
“Ditto,” Wilder rasps, nodding.
We turn as a unit and walk up the driveway, and let ourselves in. I quickly punch the code into the alarm’s keypad so it doesn’t start beeping and wake everyone up. I spin on my heel and murmur, “I’m going to check on Chase, then I’ll be down.”
Wilder gestures that he’s following with his gym bag while Beckham and Royal head for the den, which sees rare use now. When we were younger, we used to watch movies as a family every Friday night. I draw in a breath as I jog quietly up the stairs. Maybe it’s time we started making new traditions. It’d go a long way to moving on with our lives, that’s for sure. Some of the things I thought would help—like pledging TZE—haven’t helped at all… but I supposed I can’t complain too much when it’s also brought me to where I am with Beckham, Wilder, and Royal.
Wilder ducks into the guest room, and I continue to the end of the hall and let myself into Chase’s room. I creep stealthily in a way I think might be hardwired into mothers, so as to not wake their children, squat down, and lightly brush Chase’s wild hair from his forehead. Then I lean in and kiss his chubby cheek. Inhaling his sweet little boy scent, I press my lips to his forehead, stealing one more kiss. Assured that he’s just fine, I sneak back out, quietly closing the door behind me. As I turn, a tall shadow makes my heart lurch.
My arms raise in front of me in a defensive stance and my eyes strain to see my foe in the dark. I suck in a breath to shout when the shadow moves, coming closer.
Wilder stands there, finger to his lips, an amused look on his face.
I exhale hard, my arms dropping to my sides. “You scared me.”
“Sorry. I was waiting for you.”
Wetting my lips, I finally convince my brain that the danger is over and force my feet to move. As I reach him, he wraps his arms around me. I sag into him.
“You were ready to kick my ass, weren’t you?”
I nod, inhaling the fresh, clean scent of his shower gel which always reminds me of the air after a rainstorm.
“You’re a badass mama, you know that?” He eases me back and tips my face up. His lips meet mine, and a jolt of desire zips through me as we fall into a needy kiss that has my heart racing even faster than his attack shadow had. I smile against his mouth at the thought. He palms my ass and draws me closer, the other hand threading through the hair at the back of my head as he holds me right where he wants me. My mind flashes with the recent memory of bulging muscles dripping with sweat and the sheer explosive power he put into that fight tonight. It’d been nothing short of beautiful, the way he moved. Thinking about it has every nerve ending in my body lighting up with excitement.
His lips nip at mine, a low groan tearing from his chest, and he lifts me straight up into the air. My legs lock around his waist, and I grip his shoulders as he carries me down the hall toward the stairs. I burrow my face into his neck. “Let’s go find the guys,” he rasps near my ear.
“The den, where the big TV is.”
Wilder says nothing but carries me downstairs on sure feet. We wind through the house, and as we approach the den, I’m not surprised to hear the TV already on. “Sounds like they found something to watch.” I really need to decompress and let everything we’ve been through today sink in. We caught up on most everything that needed discussing in the truck on the way home.
We’re six feet from the doorway to the den when my ears prick, certain I heard something that wasn’t part of the opening scene to whatever movie they picked out for us to watch. It only takes hearing it once more for me to recognize what it is.
A moan.
And then a moment later, another.
My eyes fly open as we pause, and I rear back to stare into Wilder’s eyes. His brows have raised. He bites down on his lip as a smile threatens. “I think they found a way to occupy themselves,” he whispers as he searches my eyes. “Did they surprise you earlier?”
“With the kiss? Maybe a little, but—” I shrug. “I think I saw it coming from some of their interactions the last few days. And, I mean, we’ve all been naked together…”
“I think you’re right.” Wilder leans in, brushing his lips over my neck before his tongue darts out to slide over my skin. “Should we join them?”
His husky whisper has me breaking out in goose bumps all over, and I arch my neck to give him better access. My stomach flips upside down at the thought of it. Because I have no doubt what he means by joining them, and our sisters are both right upstairs. I close my eyes and murmur, “Yeees.” Thank goodness I don’t have to think about making myself move because all I can do is hold onto him as he continues teasing me into a frenzy while he takes quick strides into the den and shuts the door behind us, and, at my urging, flips the lock.
Wilder sets me down, and I turn around, assuming the sound of the door closing would have made Royal and Beckham jump apart, but nope. They aren’t just kissing, they are full-on making out, their muscular bodies glued together. They’re grinding—no other word for it—and the thought of what that feels like for them is enough to make my insides flutter in excitement. They’re still dressed, but god, it’s so hot the way they move.
Our couch is one of those huge modular sectionals with pieces that can be moved around. We currently have ours set up in an L-shape, the short side of the L without a back. And that’s where the two of them are stretched out, using the space to their full advantage.
Wilder draws me back against his chest, his fingertips skimming over the small stripe of skin between my shorts and the cropped Foo Fighters T-shirt I’d worn to the fight. At my back, his cock hardens in his joggers and one hand moves upward, cupping my breast, while the other flicks the button on my shorts and tugs at the zipper.
I gasp as the liquid fire that had already begun pooling in my lower abdomen shoots through my veins. My pussy throbs with want. Reaching upward, I hold onto his shoulders as his hand slips inside my panties, the pads of his fingers brushing over my clit. He pinches at my nipple through my lace bra before tugging the cup down for better access. Warm breath cascades over my ear, and he groans. I’m quickly coming undone from what he’s doing to me, which is only aided by the sexy-as-fuck visual in front of me. Beckham and Royal have peeled out of their shirts, and I can only imagine what that must be like, hard body against hard body, the scrape of facial hair. I suck in a breath as Beckham’s hand moves between their bodies, rubbing over Royal’s dick. The heated stare they exchange has my heart rate picking up, and I’m positive Beckham is slowly driving Royal out of his mind. I kinda love it.
Everything I’m feeling, everything I’m seeing, has my head swimming with want. I ache for more and more as Wilder’s fingers move in swift circles. He’s making me feel so good. I turn in his arms, planting my hands on his solid chest. Fuck. I love how his hard muscles ripple beneath my fingertips. With a happy sigh, I bite my lip while I trail my hands down to the waistband of his joggers. For a quick second, I raise my brows and look into his dark and stormy eyes before tugging his pants down over his hips and ass. The appearance of his thick, pierced cock makes my heart thud, and I can’t resist. I sink to my knees, ready to worship this man who gave everything he had tonight.
Wilder lets out a startled sound, his eyes hot on me. My gaze lowers to wander over the piercings at the head of his dick. I grasp his thick length, his skin warm in my hand as I slowly begin to stroke toward the head, my thumb toying with the piercing on the underside of his cock when I get to it. Wilder watches me from under hooded eyes as I flick out my tongue to collect the pre-cum beading at the tip. The flavor of him on my tongue sends a surge of wetness into my panties at the same time his entire body shudders hard. “Fuuuck, Echo,” he hisses. I stroke him again… once, twice… then take him into my mouth. It’s a whole new experience, the way the piercings feel. I run my tongue over them, which results in him dropping his head back on his shoulders, his mouth open, a low moan rolling out.
Just as quickly, he brings his head forward again, like he can’t keep his eyes off what I’m doing. I take him deep, then slowly withdraw all the way, alternately dropping kisses and licking along his length before I take him into my mouth again. My ministrations have him grasping the back of my head with one hand and rocking his hips. His cock hits the back of my throat over and over. I can’t get enough. My pussy throbs at the idea of what I’m making him feel.
“Echo. Touch yourself for me,” he grits out, his voice gravelly with need.
I blink up at him.
“Do it.”
My hand shakes as I dip it into my unzipped shorts and slide it inside my panties. The wetness I encounter between my thighs doesn’t surprise me at all, because I’m so turned on thinking about what I’m doing, but also thinking about what’s going on behind me on that couch. I gasp around Wilder’s cock as I bring my slick fingers to my clit and begin to touch myself in the way I know will make me come. I lose myself in everything we’re doing, close my eyes, and let the cyclone of feeling I’m caught in pick me up and carry me away.
“Fuck, she’s pretty with her mouth full of your cock.” Beckham’s rough voice jolts me from my reverie, and my eyes pop open. He turns Wilder’s face to his and takes his lips in a voracious kiss.
I watch them as I suck Wilder’s cock. They’re so beautiful together. He must be having a time of it between the two of us, because he can hardly concentrate on anything. I would love to record the moans tearing from him to listen to during private sexy times.
My heart stutters when warm breath feathers over my ear. “You look so fucking hot on your knees for him, Echo. Keep going.” Royal’s fingers hook in the waistband of my open shorts, and he tugs them down along with my panties, baring my lower half. “Spread your legs for me, princess, and keep touching your clit.” I do as he asks while he flicks the clasp on my bra open. Grunting his approval, he plays with my breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his finger and thumb. “How wet is our pussy? Are you dripping for us?”
I moan around Wilder’s cock, which sets off a chain reaction from Wilder who wrenches his mouth free of Beckham’s to growl, “Fuuuck,” before diving even more savagely into their kiss.
Royal chuckles, and in the next instant, his fingers are sliding through my arousal. “Oh, fuck yes. Your perfect pussy is fucking soaked.”
I whimper at his words as my mind spins out at his touch. Two fingers slip inside my pussy, stroking in and out. Royal has always known exactly how to touch me, and my body riots. Bright sparks surround my darkening vision as my orgasm crests, the tingling sensation rapidly giving over to deep pulses of pleasure.
Royal groans, the sound rumbling in his throat. “She’s coming.”
My chest heaves as the rush of sensation rolls through me, unending waves crashing through me.
“Fuck yes,” Beckham grits out, his hand roaming downward on Wilder’s torso, fingers tracing over the cut muscles of his abdomen.
Wilder eases up his pace, thrusting ever so slowly into my mouth. “That’s it, baby girl. You suck my cock so fucking good.”
His praise is something I didn’t know I wanted, but I do. In fact, I think I might need it. I increase my efforts as Beckham tugs Wilder’s shirt over his head, then dips down to lick at his nipple. The way we’re all coming together like this, making each other feel good, it blows my mind, altering my chemistry. They’re changing me.
As if he hears my thoughts, Royal nudges my fingers out of the way. “Gonna make you come again.” He applies pressure to my clit as he ducks his head under my arm and sucks my nipple into his mouth. His other hand lands on the globe of my ass, massaging until I feel like my body is made of hot, melting wax.
My gaze meets Wilder’s again, and the sheer ecstasy on his face only encourages me to take him deeper. “Ah, fuck, Echo. Fuck,” he rasps. “You’re such a good girl.” With a jerk of his cock and a moan, Wilder shoots his cum to the back of my throat, and I swallow it down, greedy for every bit of him I can get.
A second orgasm slams into me, and I let out a heady moan, unable to stop myself from grinding against Royal’s fingers. “That’s it,” he growls, the sound coming from deep in his chest. “Ride my hand. Next time, it’ll be one of our dicks.”
I release Wilder’s cock from my mouth, then lean back in and kiss the tip, staring up at him, my lips trembling. He cups my cheek, his thumb swiping over the tear leaking from the corner of my eye before bringing both hands up to rub them over his face. “That was”—he pauses, shaking his head—“I’m at a complete loss for words.”
Beckham bends at the waist, grasping my jaw in his hand. I gasp as he brushes his lips over mine, and his tongue sweeps inside where Wilder’s taste lingers on my tongue. He groans. “Gorgeous, you’re so fucking sexy.”
I smile as he releases me, and I sit back on my heels, my gaze wanders over each of them. I can’t do more than that as I struggle to catch my breath and calm the shaking of my body. They watch me with adoring eyes, waiting for me to speak.
But what these men don’t know is that being with them has rocked my world so hard, opened my mind up to having so much more than I ever dreamed—I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same.